Rows of Houses

I became a father Tin can shooter Makes us ready He lies in waiting And I hope we find it Before they find it Oh, oh , oh So I tell stories Make my friends tick They like me for it So bring on the papers Cause we're ready for it What makes us ready The site of the (brower?) The taste of , something The thought of houses Rows of houses The site of (brower?) The taste of something the thought of houses Rows of houses Rows of houses